The Spark of Hope
The Spark of HopeThe gas lamp flickered that night in the orphanage on Hester Street, and Clara Bennett understood everything.She was ten years old, small for her age, with a face that adults instinctively wanted to pinch and a body that bent under the weight of wool blankets three sizes too big. She had spent every night since she could remember dreaming of food—real food, not the thin gruel...
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